Feliz Cumple mi Amor

When you go into labour in a foreign country and your baby decides to come 10 days early, you rush to the hospital slightly panicked. Naturally, you expect to be received with open arms by the hospital staff... especially since this is your first time and you have no clue what you are getting yourself into!!!

Well, in Buenos Aires, on a rainy, full-moon night, I was turned down not by one, not two but THREE clinics! They told me they were full and had no beds left. After all - the nurse at the first hospital remarked - I was booked for the week after. Say what? Tell that to my baby who seems to differ in opinion of timing.

Had this been my home country Switzerland, I would have been seriously worried, but Argentineans are descendants of Neapolitans and Gallegos, in other words, they know how to improvise. It was with this faith that I plonked myself on a chair in the third clinic and announced I was not going anywhere else and that the baby was on its way! Deal with it!

This is how Expat boy came into our world. 15 years ago today! I might have shared my Midwife with three other girls (the poor lady kept on running from one patient to the next to give us an extra push), I spent most of the night on a hospital bed in the corridor due to lack of space but I was the happiest person in the world. My little porteño was healthy and gorgeous. 

They say he looks just like his Mummy. Happy Birthday my love!